The jailer understood and nodded his head like a rattle-drum.

He understood perfectly well the principle that the less you know, the safer you are, and quickly said, "We've already drunk quite a bit, if we finish this wine we'll all be completely drunk!"

"Come on, let's drink!" The prison warden raised his wine bowl to his colleagues.

Zhao Zhan smiled knowingly and walked forward.

The ten men walked deep into the prison, where the innermost floor was the most spacious, and the corridors between the cells were also more open.

Chen Changyun and Dongfang Jun were separated and locked in the innermost compartment.

Zhao Zhan saw that in the cell near Dongfang Jun, there was a young man who was bound to a stone pillar with thick chains, his head hanging down, his body covered in wounds and blood.

Zhao Zhan knew this person.

Changfeng, a skilled fighter beside Dongfang Jun and also his adopted son.

"May I ask you two to come in?" Zhao Zhan asked, standing between Dongfang Jun and Chen Changyun's cells.

Dongfang Jun sat cross-legged, without even opening his eyes.

Chen Changyun grabbed the iron railing and shouted, "Young master, has the Prince Consort returned? Let me see him! I'll see the Princess too, I want to see them!"

Zhao Zhan took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, saying, "You want my sister-in-law to come to this filthy place to see you? Who do you think you are?"

Chen Changyun shouted, "I'm useful to them, but I'm still useful to them!"

Zhao Zhan didn't want to pay any more attention to Chen Changyun. He glanced at Dongfang Jun, who was resting with his eyes closed, and then at Changfeng. He said, "Lord Dong really treats you differently. The powerless thugs have been tortured into this state, but you two are completely unharmed."

"What, does Your Excellency have any objections to my arrangements?" A voice suddenly rang out behind Zhao Zhan.

Everyone turned around and saw Dong Xiao, the Imperial Prison Supervisor known as the "Living Yama"!